Chapter 3102: The Seven Sages of Meishan

There is still more than a month to go before the forest of Ten Thousand Animals opens, and the mountains and forests are already overcrowded.
Looking around, most of them were monks in the late Half Immortal or even the peak of the Half Immortal, and there were few monks below the late Half Immortal.
Early half-immortal monks like Shen Lang are even rarer than giant pandas!
As for the cultivator of the immortal... Shen Lang glanced at a golden treasure car at the front entrance of Wan Beast Forest, and several young people in Chinese robes were faintly seen toasting and drinking in the treasure car, talking and laughing.
Seeing the fluctuations in the breath of the few Huapao monks, it seemed that they were immortal cultivation bases.
Sure enough, this hunting trial was attended by immortal monks, but the number should be very small.
Shen Lang sighed slightly in his heart. He had almost no confidence in this hunting trial. His own cultivation base was really not enough to see, he was purely trying his luck.
In fact, he still doesn't know that the real master has not yet appeared.
After half a month, the monks gathered in the forest.
At noon of the day.
There was a faint purple glow in the sky, and a huge purple-golden platform flew towards the forest of animals.
The purple-golden platform is like an open-air palace, magnificent and tall. The platform is inlaid with spars and jade, carved with purple-gold dragons and flying phoenixes. It is ingenious and exquisite, giving people a sense of luxury and jewels.
"I'm not mistaken, isn't this the Purple Quetai of the Seven Holy Palace?"
"Tsk tusk, it is said that this Zique platform seems to be the best immortal artifact of the space system, I have seen it today, it is extraordinary!"
"Damn, this is a space fairy? The Seven Sacred Palace is really rich and powerful!"
"I heard that a few years ago, the Seven Sage Palace gave the Zique Terrace to a descendant of the Seven Sages of Meishan. The young man in white on the Zique Platform should be the descendant of the Seven Sages of Meishan!"
The mountains and forests exploded, and the monks held their heads up to the sky and talked a lot.
Shen Lang couldn't help but glanced up at the purple-gold platform that was slowly approaching the sky.
I saw a demon young man wearing a white feather coat, first-born with double horns and a feather crown sitting on a purple-gold jade chair in the platform, enjoying the music and dancing of a group of beautiful dancers in front of him.
"Yang Wei!"
Several exclamations were heard at the scene, and many people in the crowd recognized the identity of this demon repair young man.
The young man sitting on the Zique stage is named "Yang Wei", he is the descendant of the seven sage Yang Xian of Meishan, and his body is the superior real spirit "five-color blue sheep."
Today's Seven Sages Palace still has the post of Meishan Seven Sages, and Yang Wei is one of them.
Because of his special identity and background, Yang Wei is highly valued in the Seven Sacred Palace, and his strength is also extremely strong. In the early stage of his cultivation to the demon fairy, his strength is stronger than that of the ordinary monks in the early days!
Yang Wei's style is very high-profile, and he hovered the Purple Quetai in the sky without any shy, and continued to taste wine and enjoy the performance of the dancers.
The dancers are very open and have quite enchanting figures, especially the pair of Yufeng on the chest, which looks extremely shocking.
The smile on Yang Wei's face was still a little silver, and he hugged two dancers in half-shielded dresses, enjoying singing and dancing, drinking and having fun, and the atmosphere was charming.
The male cultivators under the forest all cast envy eyes.
The descendants of the Seven Sages of Meishan are different, and the quality of life alone is not comparable to them.
"Guxia Peak Fire Cloud Palace Duanlong, pay homage to fellow Taoist Yang Wei!"
"Su Han, the Qijue Hall of Yuexiu Peak, met Fellow Daoist Yang!"
"Bai Lufeng Qingxu Gate Nie Xiaofeng, widely heard of Daoist Yang Wei's name, I saw it today, it is a blessing for Sansheng!"
The three celebrities and monks in the treasure car in front of Wan Beast Forest soared into the sky, came to the Zique platform, and bowed to Yang Wei with his fists.
Yang Wei glanced at the three cultivators in front of him who were full of compliments, and waved his hands with disdain: "A group of nameless people, don’t hang around in front of this uncle! If you want to get close to this uncle, join the seven first. Let's talk about the Holy Palace."
"This……"
Three celebrities, fairy monks, look at me and I look at you, but left with an embarrassed look.
At this moment, there was a sneer in the distance.
"Yang Wei, your pomp is so big!"
Immediately afterwards, a golden glow flashed across the horizon, and a burly man with first-born horns and a golden armor came to the front of the Zique platform in an instant with a proud expression.
"Tsk tusk, isn't this Jin Shao? It's been a long time since I saw you!"
Yang Wei said without a smile, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
The burly man in gold armor in front of him is also a descendant of the Seven Sages of Meishan, his name is Jinhong, and his body is the superior true spirit "Four Elephant Golden Bull".
"I haven't seen you for some days, but you haven't changed at all. You are still as as before. We, the monks of the Seven Sacred Palaces, are invincible, and what can you do if you play with women every day?" Jin Hong glanced at Yang Wei , A look of contempt.
He is most uncomfortable with people in his life, and has always been at odds with Yang Wei.
Yang Wei's face turned dark, and he said in a murmur, "Jin Hong, what does it matter to you whether the little master plays with women or not? You silly cow, don't worry about little master's nostalgia."
"I can't care about you, but in broad daylight, don't let these exposed women scratch their heads here. Let the monks outside watch our jokes in the Seven Sacred Palaces!"
Jin Hong pointed to a group of dancers on the Zique stage and shouted sharply, behaving extremely dissatisfied.
The dancers were frightened by the violence released by Jin Hong, and immediately stopped singing and dancing.
"Hahaha, stupid bull, our young master Yang won the Zique platform bestowed by the school last time. It is rare to show it off today. Don't be so confused!"
There was a sudden, charming laugh in the distance.
The laughter gradually converged, and a huge white jade car flew over the sky.
The treasure car is shaped like a gorgeous white jade attic, the frame is like beautiful jade carved, and the snow-white true spirit fox fur carpet is spread inside the car, which is luxurious and impressive.
A charming and charming woman in a scaly dress was lying on the soft couch, her facial features were glamorous and noble, her bright eyes were full of spring, especially the pair of jade peaks on her chest.
Her dress was extremely bold, with her upper body half-covered and half exposed, and her lower body was hollowed out, and the key parts could be vaguely seen...Between her hands and feet, there was a temptation that made the male monk's blood spurt.
On the left and right of the Jiaoyan woman, two handsome male monks pinched her waist and back, and there were two rows of handsome male monks waiting in the treasure car, who seemed to take turns to serve her.
"Bai Weiwei, you guys, the goods are here too?"
Jin Hong glanced at the charming woman in the treasure car and snorted coldly.
"Haha, this time the three of us have made up a pair, really bad luck!"
Yang Wei's face twitched slightly, and his mood was slightly bad.
The charming and charming woman in the treasure car was named Bai Weiwei, who was also one of the descendants of the Seven Sages of Meishan. Her body was the superior true spirit "Flower Silver Snake", and she also had the initial cultivation base of the demon fairy.
"Wow!"
There was a commotion under the mountain forest, and all the monks showed shock.
The three descendants of the Seven Sages of Meishan gathered together, and the pomp of this hunting trial is no small thing.